i loved her with dark hair

Beside the Dancing Sea, a Selkie AU by @omgkatsudonplease and @atomicsapphic

Viktor feels a stinging behind his eyes. “I do not deserve that,” he says. “I let the sea-longing destroy him because I was weak and cowardly and too scared to lose him.”
“But you love him,” Hiroko muses, folding her hands and examining him shrewdly from over the rims of her glasses.
“More than breathing,” agrees Viktor.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.
And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are.

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anonymous asked:

1, 40, and 58 for the ask meme!

1. selfie

40. favourite memory -when i picked that guy behind me up at the airport

58. description of my best friend -rlly fluffy dark brown hair (i call it black but then she whines abt me being technically wrong soo) that makes her look like a pornstar/lion, loves vaporwave, is really into critiquing films but hasnt watched any movies besides shitty blockbuster failures for like 7 months straight, has the hots for sasha grey, cant tell the difference between fiji and tap water but still would probably inject fiji into her veins w a needle if u gave her the opportunity, is the best black and white photographer i know, has a beautiful singing voice that could lull u to sleep, has great fashion taste, ~daddy’s princess~ aesthetic, super hot and thicc and adorable, ready to ride some dick, amazing at eyeliner, isnt phased by the smell of dead things, needs u to text her when u get home so she knows ur safe, is worried all the time abt everything, stresses out a lot abt other ppl judging her even if shes way better than them, studies really hard, collects dolls, will cry if u spill soda on her stuffed animals, is really good at cuddling, loves having her hair pulled and oddly also her inner forearm kissed and rubbed gently, always so sweet and wonderful and good to her friends i love her sm highly recommend 10/10

oneshot-shit  asked:

Hi!! For the Drabble 100 follower thing. I'm 5'3, south Asian with long curly hair and I go nowhere without my eyeliner. I like writing and drawing and studying. I love spending time with my friends but also enjoy my own company. I'd like to be paired with Bucky Barnes and you've written so much smut for me so I think it's time for fluff. Thank you for existing!

I love you, and your beyond gorgeous self.

~~~~~

Walking into the coffee shop, his eyes scanned the room for Steve. Why, he couldn’t say. It’s not like the punk was ever on time for anything but a fight. True to form, Bucky couldn’t see Steve, but his eyes got caught in their scan, stuck on the profile of a woman, her nose buried in a book. He couldn’t say what it was—the way the sun made her caramel skin glow? The way curls of her dark hair kept falling in her face? The way those perfectly manicured fingers persistently tried to tame the rebellious locks? The tantalizing outline of her full lips?—but he was immediately awestruck. He summoned what courage he could find, striding over to her table, placing his hand on the wood by her book to grab her attention.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry to bother you, but I was supposed to meet a friend here, and he’s nowhere to be found. Would it be okay if I sat with you while I waited for him? I’m not really good in crowded places on my own.”

You couldn’t believe what was in front of you, first the large, strong-looking hand, then the tantalizingly muscular arm—all attached to an imposing, Adonis-like frame. Yet his face was soft and disarming. His hair was longer than most guys you knew, brown tresses framing his face, invading his field of vision, while the rest was pulled back into a sloppy-looking bun. His eyes were so kind and so blue, you could get lost in them. They glimmered apologetically while his mouth smiled hopefully. And oh god, those lips! You’d never seen such a perfect pair of lips on a man. They weren’t chapped, there was no sign that he chewed on them, they just looked like soft, inviting, smooth lips.

All this ran through your head in only a few seconds while you forgot about your textbook, about tomorrow’s quiz, and about med school altogether. Quickly, you smiled and closed your book, your hand gesturing toward the chair across from you.

“You’re not bothering me at all! I’d be happy to keep you company!” Your voice was higher than you would’ve liked it to be, betraying how keen you were to have him stay.

“Thank you so much,” he smiled, letting go of the breath he was holding onto while he anticipated your response.

He was quick to sit down, smiling as he studied your features dead-on. He wanted to brush his fingers against your cheek to find out if your skin felt as soft as it looked. He wanted to trail his lips down your jawline, take your full lips in his. To him, you were beauty personified and he didn’t want to take his eyes off of you. You smiled at him, starting to feel self-conscious under his gaze.

“I’m Kinza, by the way,” you squeaked nervously.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. James, but you can call me Bucky.” He smiled apologetically, having been so distracted by your looks that he forgot his manners.

“Bucky? That’s…not a common name.” You giggled despite yourself, not confident in what you should say to this gorgeous man.

“Really? Well. Neither is Kinza.” He teased, and you laughed.

“So, who are you waiting for? I couldn’t imagine anyone making you wait.” You gave up on playing it cool, certain that you were already blushing an entirely new shade of red.

“Hm? Oh, Steve? He doesn’t matter. Wanna go grab dinner?”

6

For me, being a dark-skinned black woman with natural hair, getting to be this center of this love story — Growing up, I didn’t get to see that very often…I think that artists and people in entertainment, we have such an incredible power to remind people of their worth and to help people dream big. So it’s exciting to get to be a part of that.

Denée Benton Is Taking Broadway by Storm (x)

To whoever is lucky enough to be her next,
She’s jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. It’ll annoy you, fuck, it’ll annoy you. But don’t get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. She’ll think every girl can see what she sees in you.

She’s scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and don’t sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please don’t let her go.

She has a sense of humour you’ll never find in anybody else. She’s so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. She’ll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright it’s indescribable, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

She’s insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. She’ll put the duvet over her body and she’ll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, she’s beautiful. Remind her, every day. She’ll blush and shrug it off but she’ll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and that’s worth the stars in the skies.

Lastly, she doesn’t give second chances. She didn’t give me one. I didn’t deserve one but I’ll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and don’t break her heart. Please don’t break her heart. Because that’ll end up breaking yours twice as bad. You’ll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and you’ll never fucking forget it.

Love her, because she’ll love you. She doesn’t do anything in halves, she’ll love you whole heartedly and she’ll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and don’t make my mistake.

Yours truly, I lost her

—  blue-delusion 

“You never loved me anyways.” She whispered. I looked at the woman in front of me. Her long dark hair, she cut it all off. She looked more mature, confident, but yet so fragile when she saw me. I wanted to protect her from all the harm, danger and pain. I wanted to wipe away the tears she wasted on me.

“Don’t look for me anymore.” Lie. When she noticed me, I felt my world stopped spinning. The way her brown eyes always sparkled. I remembered how she hated them because she was jealous of mine. Though she will never see it the way I do. Her eyes hid a story, the only story I want to read for the rest of my life. Only one look at her and all my pain vanished away.

“You need to find someone else.” Lie. I want you to fight for me, fight for my demons, to get me out of here. Fight for me like you always used to do. I want you to win me. I know loving me was the hardest yet easiest thing she has ever done. She looked at me, she was trying to read my eyes. That was her magic, she never believed my words and looked for the truth in my eyes. Her eyes brought such warmth with her, every time I looked at her, I knew I was home.

“There is no hope left for us.“

“Lie.” She whispered.

—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1193 // @writtenbyjana on Instagram

Just laugh and move on~

It’s been a while since I drew Shantae, so here’s her beautiful face again..

no promises

He’s the one who said they couldn’t have a relationship. She’s the one who makes sure that they don’t.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Her 
Rating: Mature
Words: 1744

They tumble through the hotel room door, his palm swiftly pushing it shut behind their entangled bodies. Her hands wander up his chest and her arms find their way around his neck, a need to be close dragging her to him. Their lips detach from one another’s during brief moments when they both push their jackets off their shoulders and take off their shoes in a hurry, and when he pulls her top over her head. Her fingers work fast to unbutton his shirt and remove it from his body while his hands move to cup her bottom. 

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Here’s a little idea. For those of us who think it’s possible Mary’s baby isn’t John’s, think about how much havoc could be wreaked from Mary claiming the baby to be Sherlock’s. Just, allow yourself to consider the way this would unfold. John finds out he’s not the father so he confronts her. She, in a panic, throws the blame to Sherlock. The baby has dark hair, blue eyes, it would be easy. And you can’t kill an idea. Not for John “Trust Issues” Watson, the man who once said “look at you two, you should have got married”. The John who saw Sherlock sacrifice himself and say “give my love to Mary”. The John who heard “Mary and I think seven”. The John who heard Mary say “I like him”. The John who saw Sherlock and Mary spend all their time together before the wedding, planning it almost without him. The John who saw Sherlock leave the wedding early. The John who thinks Sherlock used Janine for sex and information. John who saw Sherlock write “John’s next wedding”, as if priming him for divorce. John who saw Sherlock hug Mary goodbye, but only offer a handshake to him.

The turned-up jeans Mary always wears and the fact that that is told to be an indicator of a mistaken paternity (TGG) is a direct foreshadowing to series 4. I can only hope with all my might they choose to go this route because, honestly, it seems almost too easy. Like they’ve been setting it up.

her colors are muted and she looks tired.
‘holding up,’ she says,
and i’m just holding up too but god, this contrast;
light and dark,
soft and bold,
melancholy and anger,
beauty and the furthest thing from it.
she is unsettling, yet…
not in a bad way.
not at all.

and she is lovely.
her eyes are gentle,
blue like twilight
(and i understand for the first time why
they’re supposed to be the windows to the soul).
her hair is not spun gold
and she doesn’t shine like the sun;
she is the moon in all its glory.
the kind of light she carries cannot be explained–
it’s in her bones and the way she walks,
and the way she speaks.
soft,
like she doesn’t want to be seen or heard.

but she is beautiful.

god built the universe
with a voice like that.

—  when a girl loves a girl the stars fall to the earth.
I Would Never Call It Love 2

Since I just saw pictures of Calum and Nia kissing I’m going to make a really sad blurb right now to go with my dark soul and tears. Also partly inspired by nerdymuke on tumblr and their “through the years” story, so go check them out. Ok, enjoy.

part 1

(not my gif)

One month later…

Calum was enjoying the first month of his world tour with his best friends. He also enjoyed the new found time with his front band, which mostly consisted of girls. The drummer, with her colorful hair, big lips, and puppy eyes, really caught his attention. His skin would get bumpy at the touch of her hand on his, his arms neatly wrapped around her thin waist so easily, his smile came naturally as a result of her presence and laughter. She could feel the growing tension as well, loving every moment she got to spend with this golden boy.

Y/N, on the other hand, was living a life of full regret. She had only gone out once since her and Calum’s last exchange, which resulted in her crying in the vodka infused punch bowl to random people who passed about her sadness. She was eventually kicked out onto the cold streets, and slept on a nearby park bench that night with no recollection of anything that night. She had skipped classes because she was physically too ill to attend, not because she had a cold or flu, but because her crying kept her up all night. She would never get any sleep, and couldn’t breathe out of her nose or talk normally because her throat was scratched from the screaming that would accompany her cries. Thank God she lived alone. She also missed many days of work because of this as well, but never more than she missed school. She still had to put food on her table.

The urge to call him, the urge to run over to his place and bang on the door to be let in, knowing full well he wasn’t home, was beginning to break her down. She never knew pain could hurt this bad when the person who you’re hurting over was never really yours. I mean, who would know? She had deleted all the pictures, texts, etc. the night they last encountered each other so there was nothing to help mend her heart, she absolutely had nothing of his or anything that remotely reminded her of him. She forgot his signature scent, the curves in his biceps, his squishy cheeks, his touseled dark curls, his errupting laughter. And all of it, she missed deeply.

The boys felt uneasy once they saw Calum falling for Nia so quickly after what last happened with Y/N. Of course, they never knew of what happened behind closed doors, but they knew something was going on. They weren’t just friends that would ‘go out for coffee’ or ‘go out for brunch’ every week, or so Calum would say, for 6 hours at a time. Ashton knew better than anyone, and he saw texts that proved his thoughts right. He wondered why Calum was so broken once the plane had annouced their departure, tears instantly slipped from his eyes while looking down at a phone with no notifications. And once he saw Calum’s eyes fall on Nia with such interest, he knew it was about Y/N.

Soon, the boys would be stopping at their next show which was in Chicago. For hours Ashton contemplated contacting Y/N via Twitter since he followed her, asking her if she’d like to come to the show. He would pay for her ticket, hotel, and backstage pass so she could see Calum again after a little over a month, and spark whatever they had that left his poor Cal in tears. Ash knew he would have to be sneaky though, making sure Calum wouldn’t take his phone or overhear conversations with her. But in the end, he sent her a message.

Her face lit up like a christmas tree in the dead of night. Her heart raced to a million beats, and her head pounded every corner of her brain. She couldn’t believe it. The offer, the reasoning behind it, everything. At first, she absolutely declined. Telling Ashton, “No. Absolutely not. I haven’t nothing to say to him, and want nothing to do with him. Sorry, but thanks for the offer.” Then Ashton laid down the heavy card. “But he cried over you. For the first few days he sat by himself being quiet and looking at his phone for some kind of message from you. I’ve always been suspicious of you two, and now I know what’s been going on.” If that didn’t make her want to jump out of her apartment window, then she didn’t know what would. Eventually she gave in upon hearing about Calum’s distress. Maybe they had both been going through the same motions, but were both too incredibly stubborn to admit it. I mean, it took so long for Calum to even come clean about his feelings, so she knew it would take him longer to tell her about what he’s been going through now. Or so she thought.

With sunglasses on her face a luggage on her hand, she drove in a taxi to the hotel Ashton rented a room for her in. Her hands began to get clammy, realizing she was in the same vicinity as Calum once again, and she could see him anytime before her big concert reveal. Ashton messaged her once she was settled in the room, telling her to be ready by 4 so her uber that he payed and sent for her, can pick her up and take her to the venue for soundcheck where he’d give her the concert ticket, backstage pass, and of course a hug for goodluck.

Once she was dressed in a skin tight black long sleeve dress with matching thigh high boots, she was picked up right on time by her friendly uber. She exited the car only to be pulled by a tall muscular man with a shirt that read ‘security’ on it, and pushed inside the venue. Ashton greeted her by catching her before she could fall due to the security’s hard push.

“Whoa there,” she laughed while catching her, “sorry about that. Security is pretty solid for us.” He lifted her up to her knees, as she brushed off her dress and smiled shyly at him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, properly at least.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to retreive what she came to meet him for.

“You as well.” He was about to hand her the ticket and pass, but she put her hand on top of his to signify to stop before he could fully put it in her hands.

“I knew Calum the best, but I just want you to know that I actually do really enjoy your band and music. All of you are so talented, and in no way was I befriending Calum for fame or anything.” Ashton gave her a confused look, and she slightly chuckled. “I know you guys have probably had people in your life come in and out because all they wanted was 15 minutes of fame with you guys. But that’s why I kept myself out of the spot light, and it wasn’t just Calum’s decision. I didn’t want any of you seeing me like that because I genuinely liked you guys.” He smiled brightly at her, molding her hand to fit around the contents in his hand.

“We have our fair share of that with the guys’ girlfriends on this tour.” Y/N laughed loudly. A real laugh, one she didn’t know she could still make after the month of complete darkness she was in not too long ago. “Now, go sit in the back of soundcheck, make sure to keep your head down so that way when you go back stage Calum is truly surprised, and then enjoy the concert then go to the right hand of the front of the stage so the security can take you to come see us.” She nodded, giving him the big comforting hug they both needed.

She did as Ashton said, and sat in the very last row of soundcheck, on the side Calum wasn’t sitting in front of. She saw him emerge from backstage in his navy tank, black jeans and messy hair. A small gasp left her mouth before she quickly put a hand over it. He looked better than he did when he left, if that was even possible in a months time. But she knew she had to keep her composure, so she sat with her hair slightly in her face, but looking up enough to witness his beauty.

A fan 2 rows in front of you asked a question that got your head to shoot all the way up, not caring if he saw you or not, because the answer to this question was vital.

“Do you miss anyone that isn’t with you on tour now? I mean obviously your family but anyone else?” Calum let out a sigh, and waiting a rather long time before he answered, truthfully.

“Yeah of course I miss my family. My mum, dad, sister, even a few of my cousins. But other than that, no. I don’t miss anyone.“ Y/N looked over at Ashton who saw her from his periferal, and he looked scared. He gulped, causing his Adams apple to bob up and down, and his jawline sharpened. Her fingers crept inward, and were making sharp indents on her palms. Her breathe hitched, and without thinking, her legs straightened, making everyone, even the boys, look at her, and in a flash her back was facing them and began walking out.

“Y/N stop, don’t leave.” She heard over the speakers, freezing in her tracks with her back still facing them. Her mouth fell slightly open, with puffs of air escaping them. She could feel herself shaking, tears daring to pour out of her eyes. She looked back to find Calum standing up quickly, making his mic fall to the floor. She couldn’t look at him for more than a second before she was whisked away by another tall muscular guy wearing a shirt that said ‘security’…

The boys had finished their soundcheck about 20 minutes after the whole incident. Y/N had been sitting on the small couch they were given backstage, and soon she saw Ashton cut through the dark curtain seperating the stage from backstage, and scolded her with dark eyes. He couldn’t even get a word in before Calum practically tore the curtain from the ceiling as she stomped toward me. He grabbed my arm and brought me to my feet before taking me to a room filled with the bands clothes, instruments, and hair products. It was big and spacious, which meant there was tons of room for yelling.

Calum slammed the door before speaking. “What the hell is your problem?” He screamed at her, getting in her face, and in an instant she pushed his broad shoulders away from her, walking on the other side of the couch inside the room so she could have a barrier.

“What the hell is my problem? You’re the one bruising my arm, slamming doors, and screaming in my face! I thought you’d be happy to see me!”

“No Y/N, I’m not! Once I’m happy and finally starting to get over you, you decide to come back and be here! Well news flash Y/N I don’t want you here, at all!”

“Well I didn’t want to come here either alright. Ashton contacted me saying how sad you’ve been because of what happened between us because Calum, he knows you better than anybody, and he knows what’s been going on between us. And I’m not going to lie, I’ve been a mess without you. So I thought coming here would help me realize why I felt so low but I knew the reason the whole time.” By now, Y/N was crying. Tears hit the couch, and her head hung low. Calum crossed his arms with tension, waiting for her answer.

“I’m in love with you too, Calum. I don’t know why it took me so long or why I never said it, but I mean it now. I’m in love with everything about you, everything I’ve gotten to know about you, every flaw and every perfection of you.”

“Well I’m not in love with you, so leave.” He said defensively. She choked back on her tears, looking up at him to find him much closer in front of her than before, his eyes baring into her own. All she saw was black, no feeling, no sympathy for her travels to come and tell him this.

“W-wha-“

“I told you. I’m over you. And I mean it. I actually have someone else right now in my life that has, in a way….replaced you. She’s the drummer of our front band, and she makes me feel more loved than you ever made me feel.” Her hand caught up to her mouth to avoid loud screams from coming out like the ones she experienced in the silence of 2 AM, and Calum still felt no sympathy.

“Calum c’mon! We’re about to go on stage!” You heard a girl’s voice errupt from behind the dressing room door, and in a giggly voice as well. Knowing fully well of who it was, Y/N grabbed at her hair by her temples before pacing the inside of the room.

“I’ll be out in a minute babe!” He yelled before reaching for the door knob.

“Calum no wait please-“ Y/N ran toward him and pulled his hand into hers before he could open the door. As if he knew the affect he now had on her, he left his hand in hers for a few seconds, before roughly pulled it back with a tense look staring down at her.

“I’m sorry you made the trip all the way out here, only to be disappointed.” He opened the door and stepped halfway out before speaking again. “At least now, you know what it feels like.”

With another slam to the door, Y/N huffed out the last bit of air she could muster from her lungs, as she felt like Calum was choking her and she couldn’t breathe at all. Now she was the one left in a dimly lit room. Oh boy, she caught feelings and she knew the feelings she felt for Calum would be just that, feelings.

I have a thing for people with beauty in them. Eventually the sound of your paintbrush became replaced by the sound of her clarinet. The scars on your thighs, that I used to trace with my fingers, replaced by the scars on her heart, that I touched with my words. The darkness of your soul, the darkness of her mind.

I found beauty in another person, and it erased parts of you.

Her giggles overpowered the memory of your laugh. Her blonde hair, your dark curls. And in her sapphire eyes, I forgot the shade of yours. Her rain is soft and gentle and warm, a spring shower. Yours, a winter storm that stung my skin.

I have left a barren land of ice and regret.
A land where nothing can bloom.
I walk in fields of wildflowers with sunshine on my face.

Your were the death of me,
perhaps she is my resurrection.

—  whatifgodisacat 
Similarities between Starco and Robstar

It will be long post. 

Well, we all think that history of Star and Marco is original, sure it is, but we all have forgotten about precursor of love between a human boy and an alien girl - Robin and Starfire. 

In this post I will show how similar these two couples are. I will start with parallels between characters, then between couples.

Star/Starfire

1. Both girls are named “Star”. I know that the full name of girl from Teen Titans is Starfire, but even Robin or Beast Boy sometimes call her just Star. For example in the episode “How long is forever”. 

2. Both girls are always cheerful and happy. 

3. Both girls are princesses in their worlds. 

4. Both girls have superpowers

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skadisprawl  asked:

Awesome idea for getting donations - I hope you'll let us know how much you raise! I just sent mine - can I request Cap meeting Sam Wilson's favorite niece(s) (or other young relative of choice)?

Aw, I love Steve meeting the family :D 

“I thought I was supposed to – what was it?” Steve asked, grinning at Sam. “Make you look ‘awesome’ in front of the girl at the front desk?”

“Don’t put airquotes around awesome like you don’t know what it means,” Sam said, as he knocked on the door. “It’s much more important to look awesome in front of my baby niece.”

The door opened, and a tiny girl with dark hair in two huge poofs on either side of her head looked up. She stood there, mouth hanging open.

“Are you Latisha?” Steve asked, she nodded, wide eyed, and he crouched down. “Nice to meet you. I’m a friend of your uncle.”

“Captain America?” she breathed.

“That’s right. Sam said you have all my comics,” Steve said.

“Hear that?” Sam asked. “She’s making noises only dogs can hear.”

“Uncle Saaaaaam,” she groaned, and then disappeared from the doorway. Steve didn’t even have time to react before she was back, carrying a tiny Captain America shield, with which she whacked him on the shin.

“Ow!” Sam howled, hopping backwards.

Steve grinned. “You and me are gonna get along fine, Latisha,” he said, as Sam grumbled about Captain America fans.

Dear future daughter,
 
1. When you’re at some party, chain smoking on the roof with some strange girl with blue hair and exorbitant large dark eyes, ask her about her day. I promise you, you won’t regret it. Often times you’ll find the strangest of people have the most captivating story to tell.
2. Please, never mistake desire for love. Love will engulf your soul, whist desire will emerge as acid, making its way through your veins, gradually burning you from the inside out.
3. No one is going to fucking save you; anything you’ve read or heard otherwise is bullshit.
4. One day a boy is going to come along whose touch feels like fire and whose words taste like vanilla. When he leaves you, you will want to die. If you know anything at all, know that it is only temporary.
5. Your mental health comes before school baby, always. If it’s midnight, and you have an exam the next day but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go the fuck to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.
—  A.N

She had galaxies behind her eyes and meteor showers in the pit of her belly.

So when she told me she loved me, I knew the universe did too 💫